"I... don't want to do this...."
"Too bad! You have to!"
Killer was standing in front of the door that led into the Knotts household with Eliza trying desperate to push him forward from behind, but not even managing to make him budge an inch.
Earlier, Killer showed Eliza where he lived, which happened to be the house he stayed in when he was younger. The only problem? It was run down, abandoned and unfit for human living. Killer didn't mind but before he could say a word, the red head had somehow gotten her family to jump on the idea of letting him stay in their guest room and there was little he could do about it.
Which brings us to here.
"Oh come on just walk in!" Eliza groaned and sat on the floor, exhausted. She'd been trying to force Killer into the house for a full ten minutes now.
"You can force a horse to water but can't force it to drink" Killer responded with a bored expression.
Eliza huffed and popped to her feet, a serious look that Killer had never seen before on her face.
"I'm going to show you why I'm sometimes called Vice..." She grabbed his ear with the full force of her grip and Killer screamed.
Yes. He fucking screamed.
To say it was the most painful thing he had ever experienced was the understatement of the century.
"I'll go in! I go in just let go of my ear!!!!!" Killer got on his knees and pleaded, hoping she will let him go before he ended up with one ear and a broken pride.
How the hell someone's grip could be so strong was beyond him.
"Good" Eliza let go of his ear and opened the oak door with 'Home Sweet Home' engraved into it, smiling with the most innocent face she could muster.
Killer wiped the tears that had formed at the corners of his eyes and packed his luggage. His luggage being a tote bag(stolen of course) with the tank top he bought and about three shirts he stole from those Deixis members. He was still wearing the same pair of shorts he bought a week ago and it was starting to turn an entirely different color.
He walked through the front door and was instantly greeted by the oh so familiar screams of a young child who pointed at him while dialing 911 and yelled at the top of her voice: "Mom! Eliza let a robber into the house!!!!!"
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"So you're saying he's not a robber?" The small girl had finally calmed down and asked while wiping her tears away.
Killer was sitting on top of two police officers (knocked out cold of course) while playing with a blade of grass and chewing a cigarette while Eliza reprimanded him in disappointment.
When the girl had shouted there was a robber in the house, the police had apparently heard and stormed the house faster than he could say his own name (which he couldn't do because he didn't remember it). It took about 2 hours to clear up the misunderstanding, longer than it should have taken because when two officers busted in and tried apprehending Killer he just knocked them both out without hesitation and was now currently sitting on them.
It also took a shit ton of effort for Eliza and the other conscious police officer to convince the little girl, who was obviously her sister, that Killer had come to stay with them and not steal everything they owned.
All in all it was an exhausting two and a half hours for them all, except Killer who was just amused by the chaos.
"Ok then! Welcome to our house Mister! My name's Erza! Sorry for calling the police on ya!" Erza smiled apologetically at Killer.
"Eh I don't mind. It happens a lot anyways" he got off the police officers' bodies and walked into the house again, marveling at how neat and tidy the entire place was. He was sure he could even see some parts of the furniture sparkling and twinkling like stars.
"This a neat crib you got here Eliza" Killer complimented as looked at the numerous sets of pictures mounted on the seemingly polished walls as he followed his deputy up the stairs and down a corridor which eventually led to a door at the very end of it.
"Here it is! Your new room in your new but temporary home!" Eliza placed her hands on her hips and looked at Killer who wasted no time in entering the room, flinging his bag to one corner of the room and jumping on the bed.
"Thanks Eliza. I'll see you tommorow" Killer mumbled from somewhere under the covers.
"Tomorrow? What the hell will you be doing?"
"Sleeping of course"
Eliza sighed in frustration. Honestly she didn't know what the hell she was going to do with this idiot of a main character. Most of his actions were wild and as unpredictable as the weather changes and the few of his actions that were predictable usually consisted of either punching, kicking or attempting to steal something.
She was going to tell the grey haired one to take a shower but he was already snoring lightly, all his clothes(except his boxers you perverts) were on a pile on the carpeted floor, confusing the red head even more as she wondered how he took them off so fast.
This was going to be one long fucking house stay.
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"Just come and meet them!!!"
"Never!" Killer began opening the window of the guest room and was proceeding to jump out of the window when Eliza grabbed him by the shin.
True to his word Killer slept till the next morning, and when he woke up he told Eliza he was leaving and never coming back because he didn't want to meet her parents. Eliza obviously didn't want him to do this, but seeing as neither of them were willing to back down....
"Get down here and meet my family!" Eliza tightened her grip on his shin and gritted her teeth. She wasn't going to let him slip away. He should at least say thank you to them.
"But it'll be akward!!!!" Killer squirmed as hard as he could but failed to escape the vice like grip of Eliza.
"There'll be free breakfast!!!!!"
That got him to stop.
In seconds Killer was standing up straight and had combed his hair in the neatest way possible, his teeth sparkling so brightly that Eliza thought she was going to be blinded.
"All right let's meet your family and eat bread"
"Oh you must be Killer! The boy our daughter told us about!" Eleanor Knotts clapped her hands as she saw said boy and her daughter walk down the stairs. Like her daughters she had red hair that fell to the shoulders, fair skin and green eyes. She wore a simple shirt and a knee high skirt.
The dining table was absolutely stacked with breakfast items straight out of some high class restaurant (at least to Killer) Multiple loafs of bread, a mountain of pancakes and waffles aplenty. Three jugs of maple syrup and multiple cans of whipped cream. Plus to the delight of Killer, a bowl of strawberries.
"Yep. That's me. Nice to meet you Mrs Knotts" Killer bowed his head politely and took a seat at the table, shocking Eliza who expected him to jump out of the window or ram down the front door.
"Our daughter tells us that you have no place to stay. Of course the only reason we're letting you stay here is because you saved her from a brutish gang" her father, Nathaniel Knotts, who looked as unexcited to be at the table as Killer felt spoke up without looking up from his newspaper. He had dark brown hair and black eyes with darker skin than the rest of his family.
Killer nodded in agreement unable to speak through a mouthful of bread, his hand digging through the entire loaf that he was clutching in his arms like a mom holding her child.
"Yeah..." He swallowed the chunk of bread and drank a hefty dose of syrup straight from the jug. "It isn't that big a deal though. Plus this breakfast is some good shit" he picked up a waffle, a strawberry and whipped cream, then put them in between two slices of bread before swallowing the whole thing whole.
Erza and Eleanor laughed lightheartedly while Eliza just face-palmed in embarrassment. Her father couldn't care less.
Killer smiled through the mouthful of food.
Maybe staying here wasn't going to be that bad.